I won't send roses
Or hold the door
I won't remember
Which dress you wore
My heart is
Too much
In control
The lack of romance
In my soul will
Turn you grey, kid
So stay away, kid
Forget my shoulder
When you're in need
Forgetting birthdays
Is guaranteed
And should I
Love you
You would be
The last to know
I wont send roses
And roses
Suit you so
My pace is
Frantic
My temper's cross
With words
Romantic
I'm at a loss
I'd be the first one
To agree that I'm
Preoccupied
With me
And it's inbred
Kid so keep your head
Kid
In me
You'll find things
Like guts
And nerve
But not the
Kind things that
You deserve
And so, while
There's a fighting
Chance
Just turn and go
I won't send roses
And roses
Suit you so...